At the entrance of the town, the old woman who shouted "Dragon, Dragon, I see Dragon" last time no longer knew where she had gone, and her house was much more dilapidated, and it seemed that no one had been beaten for a long time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Everyone in the town knows that her son, Swan, was taken to the bustling city of Solitude by the master of the Bard Academy, Terga. So the filial Swann naturally took his old mother to the north together.

The blacksmith Wolfga's stove was still boiling hot, and the sound of tinkling was endless. After the dragon returned a few months ago, in response to the call of Lord Bagluf, Wolfga changed his original rule of not recruiting apprentices, and found a dozen apprentices to work with him to create weapons and armor for the guards in the southern part of the territory. A new furnace has been added to his backyard to train ores.

The grocery store owner hired a helper from the lumber yard he used to work in, and the wood elf Fayndal worked as a helper for himself to handle the daily routine of the grocery store. It's only been a month, and rumors are already spreading in the town that the wood elf has slept with his boss's sister. Of course, the verification of this point is no longer the curiosity of the residents, they are even more curious about what kind of species the Empire and the Wood Elves will bring.

Purple wattle flowers bloomed one by one, occupying the roadside. The drop in temperature is not in the slightest challenge for these wildflowers and weeds. It is also this kind of purple flower, which does not require high temperature, that has become a favorite of residents to decorate the roadside.

......Turning the corner, Dacula saw a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old and his brother of about fourteen years old playing with two little milk dogs. In the distance, an old dog was lazily lying in the sun. If it weren't for the slightly agitated abdomen, anyone who saw it would have mistakenly thought that his life had just come to an end.

The largest inn in Creek, the Sleeping Giant, has arrived. Not far behind the old dog.

"Stamp! Let's play with Dosse! The little girl shouted at the old dog in the distance.

The old dog raised his head slightly, wagged his tail vigorously, and then continued to half-squint his eyes to enjoy the last period of his dog's life.

The cat man's footsteps slowly stepped over the old dog's paralyzed body and gently pushed open the door of the hotel. The hotel at this point was a bit empty, and as if to make up for it, the new bard volunteered to sing a song, presumably trying to fill the emptiness with his own voice.

"There was once a hero named Ragnar in Red, who rode from the town of Lorik to Whiteman!

And he swaggered and brandished his sword, boasting of how brave he was on the battlefield, claiming to have won a large amount of gold......"

Next to the counter, a woman in a blue cloth robe was silently looking at the book in front of her, sipping the honey wine in her glass.

The sound of the cat man pushing open the door alarmed the woman, and she glanced at the door, and her gaze froze slightly when she saw the figure of the cat man.

Dacula didn't notice this, though, and walked towards the counter as soon as he entered.

"Sharpp! Change your old-fashioned songs, or you'll get out of my mother's hotel tonight!" Dacula was halfway through when she was about to pass by the woman in the blue robe. She suddenly looked up and shouted to the bard.

"But ......," the bard hurriedly stopped singing "Ragnar in Red." But ......"

"Nothing! The old lady asks you to change the tune now! Not...... Just sing ...... "Return of the Dragonborn" and sing the one you adapted. "This woman looks like the sky is the greatest, and I am the second, and my territory listens to my domineering posture.

"But didn't you say there were no Dragonborn, and the prophecy was ......false," the bard was about to continue, when he was frightened by the woman's vicious gaze.

"As you wish...... Lady ......"

The woman is really moody...... Sharpe muttered in his heart, and his slender fingers plucked the lute in his hand: "

Heroes, heroes, brave people are fearless.

Behold, behold, the Dragonborn returns!

With the power of supreme spit out,

With the skills of the Ancestral Nord.

That's right, that's right, he's a Dragonborn......

Yes...... Dragonborn...... Yes...... Dragonborn!

Dovahkiin，Dovahkiin，

Naal ok zin los vahriin，

Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!

Ahrk fin norok paal graan，

Fod nust hon zindro zaan，

Dovahkiin，fah hin kogaan mu draal……”

(This is a version of a foreign player on the Internet who added Return of the Dragonborn and Song of the Dragonborn together, and it is highly recommended.) ）

While the woman was talking to the bard, Dacula's attention turned to her. What the? The inn is hers? So she's the boss, right?

Thinking so, Dacula stopped and looked at the woman sitting beside her, ready to wait for her to finish speaking to the bard and then come up to ask for the room.

This pause happened to be just when the woman ordered the song, and the woman looked deeply at Dacula as she said "Return of the Dragonborn".

But Dacula didn't say much about it: "I want an attic." With that, Dacula handed the landlady two silver coins.

"Loft room? We don't have any loft here, but I can give you a normal room...... Follow me. The woman said, taking a silver coin from Dacula's furry hand. This is basically the price of a regular room in the skyline.

Dacula frowned slightly, there is no attic room? Could it be that he was deceived by the owner of the note? Thinking so, Dacula still subconsciously followed the woman to his room. After all, the bill has already been paid, so it seems too wasteful to turn around and walk away like this.

The woman led Dacula through the bar and down the hallway until she reached the door of the innermost room, where she opened it.

"Go inside, this room is yours from now on." As she spoke, the woman took one from the keyring in her hand and threw it to Dacula.

Dacula gave the woman a puzzled look, took the key, and walked inside. Of course, he walked in sideways, and the cat man would never give his back to a stranger.

When Dacula stepped into the room, the woman actually stepped in, and closed the door with her.

"You...... What are you doing? The sudden change made Dacula's nerves tense, and a cat's face was fierce.

"Don't be nervous...... The big cat ...... "On the other hand, this woman is much calmer.

"You're the one who called me?" Dakula put his hand on his waist and looked vigilantly at the harmless middle-aged woman in front of him, as if the next moment this woman did anything that did not suit his wishes, he would directly burst out.

"So, you're the Dragonborn?" The woman didn't answer, but asked the cat man in front of her.